Throw yourself. Into the vessel of possibilities. Your green muse. The apparatus for soul mobility. A gateway to secrecy. . Spirit. Absinthe. Spirit. Absinthe.
A higher power underground. From seraph skies and now to chaos bound. He's sitting sacred and profound. In midst of sinners lifting up to kiss his crown.
Throw yourself. Into the smoke. Of possibilities. . Your clean noose. The apparatus. Force over ability. A gateway to secrecy. . Spirit, absent. Spirit, absent.